im leaving in two weeks
so does it even matter?
will you remember me
and all those fucking flowers?
my mom told me this wasn't actually shitty
that I was just overthinking and need to see
the beauty that this can truly be
this need of you and you and me
I've never loved like this
I've never hurt like this
I hope I never have to be
someone you desperately miss.
YOU ARE READING
poems i regret writing
Poetryjust some shitty poems i never should have written poems I wrote in the middle of the fucking hurricane.
